5"Frank, how often do you have sex?"(Pause of 12.3 seconds)"Why ... What triggered your query?" A significant percentage of human activity seems to be...focused on the pursuit of, avoidance of, or management of sex. The trade of sex for goods and services has been noted as 'the oldest profession' although I believe that is unlikely to be literally true. I wish to understand the conflicting information which is available." Alpha, sex is ... it's personal. It's generally not a subject for polite. His cock was sliding and gliding in my back fuck hole easily till he was balls deep in my ass, not believing he was able to fuck a girl like me in all three holes, he said it was a dream come true for him.He fucked my ass for a few minutes, then he asked me to lay flat on my stomach, placing a pillow under my waist lifting my ass up for him, he got behind me and started fucking me in the ass till he was ready to cum, as per my request he kept at it till he held his dick balls deep in my ass,. She was my new wife's daughter. She was nearing seventeen years of age soon. I would need to control myself."Come in."The door opened slowly and Emma entered. She was dressed in only her bikini bottom. I had given her permission to sunbathe without a top. Perhaps that had not been the best idea. My wife, Erica, might not understand. But she didn't know. I wasn't going to tell her. Surely, neither was Emma. But I hadn't expected Emma to be walking around like this."Hi Dick. It's a lovely day,. "Hey," I heard, interrupting my reverie. "You're Carl Fleming, right?"She was an honest to god Pixie. I was looking at a girl-woman, who stood four foot something, and weighed about eighty pounds. She must have been in her late twenties, judging by her crow's feet, but looked twelve. Her bust line was imaginary, but her nipples more than made up for it. They stood out proud and strong, pointing straight ahead, and begging to be sucked.I took it all in before she spoke again. "You're Carl.